We knew each other
With a certainty
That happens rarely in life,
Our gift to one another
(and yes, you were cherished!)

Yet now,
Intentionally…
We make strangers of ourselves
Strangers to each other
(hide the truth of who we saw!)

So unsure now
Of which direction to go
We avoid the closeness
Deny by choice
(as opposed to what?)

I allowed myself to dream
Only to feel more alone
Than I did before
My chance to Feel again
(did I wish to feel again?)

And now, I am left to wonder
Did you tire of me … boredom?
Did you pacify me to keep me from becoming
Too emotional, perhaps too illogical
(too irrational?)

To view too closely
Distorts the reality
Or, the reality of what we remember
My heart would have been yours for the asking
(would yours even know my name?)

I do believe I omitted several(!) punctuation marks. Hopefully, this attempt is slightly better, lol.


We knew each other
With a certainty
That happens rarely in life,
Our gift to one another
(and yes, you were cherished!).

Yet now,
Intentionally…
We make strangers of ourselves,
Strangers to each other
(hide the truth of who we saw!).

So unsure now
Of which direction to go,
We avoid the closeness.
Deny by choice
(as opposed to what?).

I allowed myself to dream
Only to feel more alone
Than I did before.
My chance to Feel again
(did I wish to feel again?).

And now, I am left to wonder
Did you tire of me … boredom?
Did you pacify me to keep me from becoming
Too emotional, perhaps too illogical
(too irrational?).

To view too closely
Distorts the reality;
Or, the reality of what we remember.
My heart would have been yours for the asking
(would yours even know my name?).

Well Michelle,

I like it either way. Honestly, I didn't even notice the lack of puncuation, which is saying something for me.

There is room for improvement, but I feel that they are minor.

Brucefur

Bruce,

Thank you very much for the time you take to post. It is indeed appreciated!

Sunshine and Laughter to You,
Michelle

Nicely done, Michelle.


Les

As I read it, I thought of the Mule and the time we spent here, then left. As Wordsworth said, "Though nothing can bring back the hour; of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower." Still the time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things.